Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

Manager Sheng only got the details of the contract today.

Although "Emergency Room" is a rare official variety show, Shengyu's resources were also inclined to Meng Fu at the beginning.

Only after the specific planning was made, Shengyu's development department and operation department held a meeting. This variety show is different from their traditional variety shows. It is a documentary variety show. All in all, the risk is too high.

"Okay, Manager Sheng, please send me the detailed plan, and I'll talk to them again." Zhao Fan pondered for a while, and then replied.

The two hung up the phone, Zhao Fan held the phone in his hand, waited for Manager Sheng to send follow-up content, and looked up, "This resource itself is the top level in the circle, but the risk is very high. Manager Sheng and the others are afraid that the shooting effect will not be good. , Brother Cheng, what do you think?"

Su Cheng had almost finished eating, he put down his chopsticks, looked at Meng Fu, pursed his lips slightly: "You decide."

Meng Fu was still chatting with the village head with her head down, but she didn't look up when she heard the words, she just said lightly, "Go."

"Understood," Zhao Fan snapped his fingers, "I'll talk to Manager Sheng about this matter. Now this variety show is still in the filing process. Don't worry, I have to find Director Li."

Director Li is the chief director of GDL Legend of Gods and Demons.

While eating, Meng Fu responded casually, still reading the message from the village chief.

Is someone looking for Yang Hua?

Meng Fu frowned slightly, who would find Yang Hua?

In order not to affect Yang Hua and Meng Xun, Meng Fu has carefully made a copy of their materials and files since they came back.

Thinking of the phone call that Yang Hua hung up just now, Meng Fu fell into deep thought. Thinking about it now, there is something unusual——

[Village Chief, help me pay attention to my mother's recent changes, and see who is looking for her. 】

Yang Hua looked carefree, but usually when something happened, she never told anyone. Meng Fu always had the idea that she was living in a barren world.

Village head: [Use me? 】

Meng Fu: [Send you some spices. 】

It just so happened that the medicine assigned to her by the Perfume Department was about to arrive recently.

[System Message] The village head has withdrawn a message.

Village head: [Okay. 】

Meng Fu: "..."

**

at the same time.

He Miao here.

The director invited the crew to eat hot pot.

The director of "Star" was also there, sitting at a table with a few guests.

"Director, why didn't I find you at the beginning?" Ye Xiang asked.

"I went to see the teacher. I want to ask him how Meng Fu is playing Go." The director scalded a piece of meat.

He Miao said, "What did the teacher say?"

Xi Nancheng remembered what happened two days ago, and looked at the director as well.

The director shook his head: "The teacher said she is average, but she is better than He Miao."

Hearing this sentence, Xi Nancheng withdrew his gaze and stopped paying attention. He nodded slightly, "The foundation is weak, but the memory is good, and he likes to be opportunistic."

Sang Yu smiled, "Miss Meng is a god of learning, she should have a good memory."

"Brother Fu has a really good memory." He Miao didn't see that there was a discrepancy between Meng Fu and Xi Nancheng, but regretted: "It would be great if Father Meng was here tonight. She likes to eat meat, but she will give it to her tonight." Mom is calling."

Xi Nancheng lightly bowed his head to eat, and didn't say anything after hearing the words.

He has changed his opinion of Meng Fu, but he is very displeased with her joking attitude with He Miao on Go.

"I have a chance tomorrow." Ye Xiang raised his head and looked at Xi Nancheng, quite excited: "Mr. Xi, you promised, after watching the finals tomorrow, come back and treat us to dinner. He Miao, please call your father Meng. This time If it weren't for her, we wouldn't be able to finish sorting out that pile of books."

Xi Nancheng narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking.

He Miao thought for a while, "Father Meng seems to have to wait for a courier tomorrow and won't leave. I'll ask her?"

Xi Nancheng paused, but did not refuse: "Ask."

He Miao quickly picked up the phone.

On the side of the table, Sang Yu wiped his mouth with a tissue, then turned to Xi Nancheng, "Mr. Xi, I heard that you are going to take an exam for the Associated Press recently?"

It's no secret that Xi Nancheng is a chess fanatic.

While watching He Miao's message, Ye Xiang opened a bottle of Coke for himself, raised his head, and was very surprised: "Associated Press?"

"It's the International United Go Club." Although Sang Yu has no talent for playing chess, he obviously has some research on these things: "Every year, the club recruits members from all over the world, but the chess games are different every year."

Ye Xiang nodded, expressing her understanding. Although she didn't understand much, she knew that she was definitely not an ordinary member. "Mr. Xi, you are too good."

"It's still far away." Xi Nancheng cherishes this opportunity, but he also has self-knowledge, and he doesn't have much hope. "I heard from the teacher and others that this year's chess game is just a few endgames of Xuanyuan game. The Go club, even Teacher Ge Didn’t break the game either.”

Sang Yu laughed when he heard the words, "Mr. Xi, I talked about this with Sister Sheng Jun. You should know the champion of the TG Cup four years ago."

This event is a major event in the Go world.

In the bloodiest game in the past century, the 18-year-old genius Go boy from country R provoked all the teachers in country R, ​​crushed all the players in the TG Cup preliminary round, and threatened in the land of Huaguo, Huaguo The players are just like this, threatening that Go originated from their country.

At that time, it aroused the anger of the people of the country.

This incident attracted the attention of the country, and the higher authorities demanded that no matter what, the Weiqi Club must find someone to win against the young man. He was still being bullied like this at home, and the blood of everyone in the Weiqi world was aroused.

As a result, conflicts in the cultural circles of the two countries arose.

Public opinion is flying everywhere.

Until the final, a player from the Go Club appeared out of nowhere and won two out of three games, beating the talented Go boy.

It was a sensation that year.

It was also from then on that the number of members of the Weiqi Club increased dramatically.

Today, those trophies are still in the collection hall of the Weiqi club.

For those who are learning Go right now, the first lesson is this go-go event that has caused a lot of ups and downs in the city. Xi Nancheng naturally knows it. But I was not a member of the Weiqi club at that time, and I didn't see her..."

Xi Nancheng also asked the brothers of the Go Club, but he didn't know about the champion.

Even the name is a code name.

"Miss Sheng Jun seems to know this person. I just have time tomorrow, so I'll let her come out and you can ask her yourself." Sang Yu looked at Xi Nancheng and smiled.

Hearing Sang Yu's words, Xi Nancheng raised his head.

Ever since Sheng Jun was revealed to have trampled on Meng Fu, he lost all his popularity with passers-by, so he faded out of the entertainment circle and took over the company at home. However, Xi Nancheng's association with her did not have much influence on public opinion.

"Her?" Xi Nancheng was surprised, he subconsciously glanced at He Miao.

He remembered that Meng Fu had a disagreement with Sheng Jun.

Sang Yu lowered his eyes and smiled, "He Miao, does Meng Fu have time tomorrow?"

"I'm asking." He Miao was a soft-spoken person in the circle before, and he didn't know most of the inside stories, and naturally he didn't know that Sheng Jun and Meng Fu were at odds, let alone that Xi Nancheng had a rift with Meng Fu.

He directly sent a message to Meng Fu——

[Teacher Xi invites us to dinner tomorrow, are you coming? 】

In less than two seconds, the other side replied with two words: [No. 】

On the other side of the phone, He Miao looked at the other people and scratched her head: "Father Meng said she won't come, I'll ask her again..."

Xi Nancheng breathed a sigh of relief, and when he heard He Miao speak, he interrupted subconsciously: "No, wait for the next opportunity."

**

Wanmin Village, early in the morning.

The village head went out with his dry tobacco.

The weather was approaching November, and he was wearing a pair of black trousers with a blue-black coat on top, which looked old.

There is also a broken bamboo hat hanging on the back.

There are a lot of crops in Wanmin Village. At this time, most people get up and start doing farm work.

There is little smoke on the roof.

The village chief was not far from Yang Hua's house, and when he looked up, he could see that Yang Hua's door was closed. He lit his cigarette but did not leave.

Yanghua planted some crops and raised some chickens and ducks, not many, but enough for her own food and shelter.

at the same time.

village entrance.

The familiar car slowly stopped at the door of the car.

The car was a modified commercial vehicle, not a model familiar to the public. The wheelchair slowly descended along the automatically stretched stairs, and the big man in black pushed the wheelchair forward.

Beside him, the old man wearing presbyopic glasses frowned and looked at the surrounding environment: "Sir, I know I shouldn't say some things, but I still want to remind you that troublesome people come out of poor mountains and rivers, and you come here in person at this time, lest someone will take advantage of you. Moreover, your leg finally made an appointment for a specialist consultation..."

"Steward Yang, that's my younger sister," Yang Lai interrupted the old man, and when he said this, his dark brows and eyes were a little hurt, "She should have no worries about food and clothing like her older sister, and married a promising woman. Young man, but look at what life she is living now? I know she blames me for not picking her up at the time, and now I want nothing else but to take her back and let her live the life she should have had. "

Steward Yang looked at Yang Lai's legs, frowned, but didn't speak.

When I arrived at Yang Hua's house, there was no one there.

Not far away, a voice came: "Are you looking for Yanghua? She went to the east field to fertilize the crops."

As soon as Steward Yang turned his head, he saw an old man smoking dry tobacco, wearing cloth shoes and a bamboo hat behind his back. Steward Yang was very polite and thanked him: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." The village chief narrowed his eyes.

Butler Yang and his team went to the east to look for Yang Hua.

This is the first time Steward Yang has seen Yang Hua in person. She is carrying a pole on her shoulders, with an empty bucket on both ends of the pole. She must have just finished watering the vegetable garden, and she is talking to the woman beside her with a very loud voice. , "Auntie, go to the village chief to play mahjong in the afternoon! It's 50 cents today!"

Loud, rude, with no manners at all.

"Is this really Miss Baozhu?" On the ridge of the field, Butler Yang couldn't help but asked the big man in black beside him.

Yang Baoyi, the boss of the Yang family, is a well-known noble daughter in the circle.

Although Yang Lai, the second child of the Yang family, has disabled legs, he is also a business elite, elegant and gentle.

The gap is too big.

Seeing Yang Hua for the first time, Butler Yang couldn't believe it was Yang Baozhu.

The big man in black firmly supported Yang Lai's wheelchair handle, and he nodded when he heard Butler Yang's words.

While the two were talking, Yang Hua and her aunt who came with her had already seen Steward Yang and his party.

The two walked in, and the smell of farmyard manure became stronger.

Butler Yang took a step back.

Steward Yang and his party were not ordinary people in terms of their demeanor or clothing. People in the village had seen the Jiang family before, so it was not surprising to see Yang Lai and others.

The middle-aged woman who was with Yang Hua was holding a vegetable basket. She watched Steward Yang's reaction, and said to Yang Hua without saying hello to Steward Yang and the others, "Yang Hua, I'll go back and see if the porridge in the pot is open."

Wanmin Village's people are simple and honest, and they are indeed feudal. They are quite enthusiastic about the Jiang family, but they are not so enthusiastic about this Butler Yang.

"Baby..." Yang Lai opened his mouth.

Yang Hua looked at the people in front of her, looked at Yang Lai's legs, and then looked away, "What's the matter with you guys, let's make it clear once and for all, I hope you won't disturb my life with the villagers again."

**

Meng Fu is here.

She finished recording "A Day of the Star", and she was not in a hurry to leave. There were not many announcements recently, and the schedule was not rushed, so she stayed at the Weiqi club and invited Teacher Ge to dinner.

The address is in a villa next to the Weiqi club.

The villa didn't look like it was often lived in, and Zhao Fan saw that it didn't look like it was rented, so he secretly asked Su Di about it.

Su Di is still in the kitchen. Teacher Ge is here today and he will cook.

Hearing Zhao Fan's question, Su Di didn't care too much, "It's a property owned by the young master."

After speaking, I didn't hear Zhao Fan's reply.

Su Di turned his head back, "What's the problem?"

Zhao Fan: "..."

There's nothing wrong with it, just a bit of hatred for the rich.

As the two talked, someone rang the doorbell, and Zhao Fan went straight out to open the door, and it was Mr. Ge who came.

He held a chessboard in one hand and two boxes of chess pieces in the other.

"Teacher Ge, are you watching the game?" Zhao Fan politely turned sideways and let the other party in.

She also knew that today was the final of the TG Cup, but Zhao Fan was not interested in these.

Teacher Ge thanked Zhao Fan, and while looking into the room, he said: "The results are similar, it's just a small fight."

For Mr. Ge, who is used to wind and rain, these are indeed small troubles.

Zhao Fan smiled and led him into the hall, "Brother Fu, Teacher Ge is here."

Meng Fu was sitting on the sofa in the lobby watching TV, while Su Cheng was dealing with business in the study upstairs. Hearing Zhao Fan's voice, Meng Fu got up and waved to Teacher Ge, "Teacher Ge."

"Come to the Go club, why didn't you tell me in advance?" Teacher Ge sat opposite Meng Fu and set up the chessboard.

Meng Fu slumped on the sofa and yawned, "Too busy."

Teacher Ge glanced at her without saying a word, and pushed the box to Meng Fu's side, "Let's have a game."

Meng Fu picked up the sunspots and put them in Area A.

Teacher Ge directly picked up the white characters and took a steady step.

After a few steps like this, Teacher Ge looked at Meng Fu with a little surprise, "I haven't played chess for several years, and your chess style is murderous, and it is quite stable."

When he lived in Wanmin Village to pursue art, he was abused by Meng Fu many times.

At that time, Meng Fu's chess style showed its sharpness.

Looking at it today, it has restrained a lot.

Meng Fu watched Teacher Ge's chess, observed it for a while, and then let it go. Hearing this, he smiled lazily, "I have been with the village for a long time, and I have been influenced by my ears and eyes. There is always growth."

The two went back and forth, forty minutes later, Mr. Ge was holding a white piece, he looked at the chessboard, and smiled: "I lost."

Meng Fu put down the sunspot in his hand, poured a cup of tea for Teacher Ge, "Accept."

"What's the matter?" Teacher Ge took a sip of the teacup, looked at her, and felt hearty after being able to play a game of chess, "It's because I'm not as skilled as others."

The village head doesn't play chess with Teacher Ge very much.

Only Meng Fu did not despise him.

Teacher Ge looked at the rest of the game, carefully took out his mobile phone, took a picture of the chessboard, and was about to go back and resume the game. Then he looked at Meng Fu: "Is your mother okay recently? I sent a lot of medicine to the teacher. go back."

When Yang Hua fell ill, the village chief posted a Moments, hoping that Yang Hua did not take expired medicine.

Teacher Ge had a headache, so he bought a bunch of medicine and sent it back.

"It's okay, she's in good health." Meng Fu poured herself a cup of tea. She would check Yang Hua's health every year when she went back. "I also left her a lot of medicine."

"That's good," Mrs. Ge nodded, "I see that your mother hasn't been playing mahjong lately, and she didn't reply when I asked her. I thought she was really ill."

Meng Fu's hand holding the teacup was slightly frozen.

She knew Yang Hua well, Yang Hua must be really troubled like this.

"Look at this endgame." Teacher Ge took out a piece of paper from his pocket, on which the endgame was drawn, "It's a kind of Xuanyuan game."

Meng Fu is good at Xuanyuan Bureau.

Hearing that there was a new game, she lowered her head to take over the endgame, brushed away the chess game she had played with Teacher Ge on the chessboard, and compared the paper to show the endgame.

He didn't cherish the chess game he played at all.

Teacher Ge: "..."

He smelled the aroma from the kitchen. The aroma was very attractive. He was not a person with a good appetite, but he couldn't help but look towards the kitchen.

"That's Su Di, my assistant, the cooking is delicious." Meng Fu put the situation in order, and when she saw Teacher Ge looking at the kitchen, she replied.

Teacher Ge withdrew his gaze and nodded, "I can smell it."

He put down his teacup, looked at the endgame that Meng Fu had set up, and looked up and asked, "By the way, do you remember the account number of your Go Club? When the time comes, cooperate with the Associated Press to post a promotional Weibo. The Cultural Bureau wants to carry forward traditional culture. Your influence maximum."

Meng Fu squinted her eyes, she didn't remember that she still had an account: "Go account?"

Teacher Ge looked at Meng Fu and didn't know what to say, "This year, the Associated Press recruits members, and the Xuan Yuan game you are good at is included in the test questions, and you will be asked to play the chess game."

"As for your account," Teacher Ge couldn't bear it any longer, "You forgot that people from the Cultural Bureau were pressing hard at that time, and someone had to stand up. I registered an account for you?"

Meng Fu looked up, "Are you really registered?"

Teacher Ge took out her mobile phone and showed her the account number: "This."

Meng Fu looked at it, it was a Weibo account, and Teacher Ge also registered a member for her——

MF.

**

gone today~